Changing my mind

I once overheard mommy say to someone that "A woman always has the right to change her mind whenever she wishes". Well, I'm not a girl, but I change my mind all the time, so where does that leave me? To address this conundrum, I'm now declaring the following to be true:

On behalf of all babies the world over, I reserve the right to change my mind whenever I see fit.

Even if I hadn't said this, I'm sure mommy would have figured it out because my likes and dislikes change on a weekly, and sometimes even daily, basis. If you had asked me a month ago what my favorite pastime was, I probably would have told you "sitting in my vibrating chair and staring at the hanging fishy". Ok seriously, how boring is that? I'm totally over the vibrating chair, and what good is that stupid fish if I can't fit it in my mouth? Whoever heard of a fish that you can't eat and doesn't swim?

Here's a list of things I think are way cool right now:

• My activity gyms - I have 2, the rain forest one with lights and the ocean one with the giant stuffed octopus - I know, you're totally jealous


• Playing with my stuffed puppy toy


• Shoving everything I can into my mouth


• Playing with fingers - my own and other people's


• Having people blow air in my face; Daddy & Uncle Avi do a particularly nice job


• Hanging out in bed with Daddy on Sunday mornings


• Being buck naked

By next week I may think that half of that stuff is totally boring - I'll keep you posted.

In other news, yesterday I went to Crescent Ridge with mommy & bubbe grandma to see some giant things called cows. I've decided that I really like cows. They're the same colors as Pongo (grandma's dog) but much calmer and quieter. And they're much bigger than the cats at home.

Mom also let me try ice cream yesterday. Man oh man was that stuff good. She's lucky she didn't give me too much, otherwise I'd start demanding that I only eat ice cream, no more of that boring milk. But she only gave me a little, so we're good.

It just dawned on me that not only are cows cool to look at and calmer than dogs, but they also make a key ingredient for ice cream. Do you think mom & dad would let me get a pet cow?

King Ryan

I won. I believe that daddy's exact words were "Ryan kicked my ass... a three month old utterly defeated me".

Oh yeah, I'm the man.

For those of you who don't know, the incident I'm referring to was Saturday, June 14th when mommy went to Aunt Kathleen's bachelorette party and left me at home with dad. Now I know, I could have made it easy on him and just gone to bed calmly like I do almost every night now, but what fun would that be? Instead, I saw this as an opportunity to remind daddy exactly who's the boss - me! So, I fought sleep until he was forced to take me for a ride in the car (which is one sleep inducer that I just can't fight)...I slept till 11:30...and then after I let him feed me, I cried until mommy finally came home at almost 1 am. It's not that I don't love daddy, and I do want to make him happy, but he needs to know that I'm in charge.

But then I got to thinking, I don't want daddy to start thinking that I'm good for mommy, but not for him. So just to even things out, I gave mom a bit of a hard time on Friday night when she wanted me to go to bed. Daddy was in Florida, so mom was all alone with me. And just to make sure she has no illusions about who decides bedtime, I didn't go to sleep until 9:30, and then woke up every 3 hours until 3 am. Once 3 rolled around, I decided that I had made my point, and from then on I was great for the rest of the weekend.

Moral of the story - I AM IN CHARGE - just call me King Ryan.

First hands...and now feet!

So I thought it was pretty amazing when I realized I had hands. I mean, I always knew I had them, but it was only a couple of weeks ago that I realized that they actually had a purpose. Imagine, all that time I spent laying on my back and staring at the toys that mom & dad hang over my head, I could have been reaching out and touching them. Well now that I know that I can control my hands, I'm working on getting a handle on the little things on the end (I think dad called them fingers). I'm getting better every day at grabbing things and making them move. And I've mastered the art of shoving my entire fist in my mouth, bet you're jealous, huh?

Anyhow, I definitely know that I like my hands, but yesterday I discovered something else that I have a feeling I am going to be pretty into: FEET. Have you guys seen these things? At first, they seem pretty useless. They don't go in as many directions as hands, and the things on the end (I heard a rumor they're call toes) are way too short to be of any use to me. But, they do seem to be much stronger than hands. When I sit in my swing, I can use them to push the tray way up in the air. I also have a hunch that feet taste good, not sure why, just a feeling I have. So I'm working on getting them in my mouth; I'll let you know when that happens.

Where's mommy?

I'm not sure what to make of this.

For as long as I can remember, my mornings have gone pretty much the same way. I wake up (preferably at least 1 hour earlier than mommy & daddy would like), eat, get naked, get a new diaper, get dressed again, and then hang out in the house with mommy for a while. Sometimes we stay home, sometimes we don't, but either way, Mommy always hung out with me all day.

Until yesterday!

Out of nowhere, yesterday she puts me in the car at 7 am and takes me to see grandma. Which is fine, I love grandma. But then, mum takes off and I don't see her again until more than 10 hours later. What the hell is that about?

And talk about throwing me a curveball - today she wakes ME up at the crack of dawn to do virtually the same thing as yesterday. Don't get me wrong, I love grandma, I just don't like change very much.

Well, I wasn't going to just stand by and let Mommy and Daddy think they can just up and change things whenever they want. So last night, just for kicks, I woke up at 1 AM and refused to go back to sleep until after 2. Hah - that'll show them to mess with my schedule.

I heard a rumor that tomorrow I'm going to hang out with Aunt Maryann and my cousins Aidan and Emma for the day. I think I'll like that, but if not, I'm going to have to think of a new way to get revenge on mom and dad. Maybe I'll wait till right after they change my diaper in the middle of the night, and then take a giant crap that ruins my diaper and my pajamas. That's always good for a laugh.